On the first day of rebirth, the school beauty secretly teased me

Chapter 269 The Four Treasures of the Study
Chapter 336 The Four Treasures of the Study
"This ivory pomelo vase was discovered by accident when I went to the antique market, and I bought it for 30 yuan."

"I don't know any ivory pomelo. I just thought it was pretty good-looking. I thought it was a modern imitation. The person who sold it didn't think it was a treasure! I just bought it because it looked pleasing to the eye. I didn't expect the knowledge in it to be so good. Many, boy, you are really capable."

Mr. Wang now looks at Ling Yan more and more pleasing to the eye. With Ling Yan, who has been friends for a long time, it can be regarded as a good acquaintance!Mr. Wang was thinking in his heart that he would come forward to help solve Ling Yan's matter in Xinwang Village.

Mr. Wang thought so, and Mr. Jia at the opposite door also thought the same way, so Ling Yan's visit to Xinwang Village was much more rewarding than yesterday's.

"Old man, do you know how much you can sell for this ivory white grapefruit vase in the market now?"

Ling Yan asked with a bright smile.

"Um, I really don't know about this. My figure should be between 1000 and [-] yuan, but I like this thing better, so I will keep it at home and play with it! If you like it, I can give it to you."

Mr. Wang said without hesitation.

"Hehe, if I tell you a number, maybe you should regret it, old man. I don't want to be a fool. This thing of yours is worth 8 to 10 yuan if you take it out now! It's worth more than your arhat bed."

As soon as Ling Yan's words came out, Mr. Wang shook his body and hurriedly supported the case.

"Be careful, a few cases are worth more than [-] yuan!"

Seeing the shaking of the case, Ling Yan hurriedly supported Mr. Wang, and said with a smile.

"Boy, are you an old man like me? A few cases are worth so much money? This is something left by my ancestors. I don't know the actual value. I think it's only worth 3 to [-]."

Mr. Wang felt that his blood pressure was rising, and he was thinking, should the low wall at home be raised by two floors?Do you want to add a protective net?

The yard of his house is worth forty to fifty thousand at most. How many yards like this can you buy for this house?
"Why would I frame you? I'm just making a rough estimate of the value of these things. If they are sold in the antique market, the value will be even higher."

Ling Yan is indeed very conservative in saying that the actual value of these things is indeed much higher than what he estimated.

"Huh~ boy, I said I will give it to you, and I will give it to you. This ivory white pomelo, I really gave it to you. You can take him away later. The sword is given to the hero. You are its Bole, and it is in my hands , It’s not worth any money at all! It can be said that if a collector of antiquities in the village offers me 1 yuan, I will be so excited that I won’t be able to sleep all night.”

After Mr. Wang calmed down for a while, he looked at Ling Yan firmly and said.

"Old man, are we friends?"

Ling Yan looked at Mr. Wang solemnly and asked.

"Of course, we can definitely be regarded as friends! Although it is not a life-and-death relationship, but in the heart of a bad old man like me, you are my bosom friend! Don't dislike me either.

On Mr. Wang's skinny face, a pair of shining eyes looked at Ling Yan seriously and said.

"Well, it's exactly what I want, old man. I'm telling you very seriously now. My name is Ling Yan. I'm a freshman student at Chahar University of Finance and Economics. I'm also the founder of Zhangbao Technology! And I'm also the founder of Zhangbao Technology. Actual controlling shareholder."

"I said this, not to show off your wealth, we are friends, a gentleman does not take what others like! If I am not afraid that you will sell things at a low price to those who collect antiques, I will not tell you the actual value of these things. You! So, if you like something, then keep it and play! If I want to play, I can borrow it from you to play for two days."

Ling Yan looked at Mr. Wang seriously and said.

"Uh... this, this, and this! Well then, let's do as you say."

Mr. Wang is not a hypocritical person at all. Just because he knew the actual value of these things at home, he was a little confused for a while, so he was more moved when he spoke.

"Your inkstone is a modern imitation. If you buy it in the market, it will cost less than 100 yuan! The ink is good ink."

"Ink, one of the four treasures of the study, has been used by the Chinese for thousands of years. Before the invention of artificial ink, natural ink or semi-natural ink was generally used as a writing material."

"Prehistoric painted pottery decorations, oracle bone inscriptions from Shang and Zhou dynasties, bamboo and wood slips, silk calligraphy and painting, etc. have left traces of primitive ink everywhere."

"It is recorded in the literature that ink was used in the ancient ink punishment 'tattoo face', ink rope 'used by carpentry', and ink turtle 'divination'."

"After this long process, until the Han Dynasty, artificial ink products finally began to appear. The raw material of this ink is taken from pine smoke. It was first kneaded by hand, and later molded. The ink is solid."

"According to Ying Shao's "Han Guanyi" in the Eastern Han Dynasty: "Shang Shuling, Pu, Cheng, Lang, the moon bestows a large ink for Yulu, and a small ink for Yulu." Yulu is located in Qianyang County, SX Province, near Zhongnan Mountain has a lot of pines on the right side of the mountain, and it is very famous for the smoke material used to make ink."

"This ink of yours is pine smoke ink! Judging from the fineness of this ink, it should belong to the tribute ink of the Song Dynasty. It is a kind of ink specially used by the officials of the frontier to collect tribute from the emperor. You can see that there is also an envoy envoy printed on it." name."

Ling Yan turned around and looked at the inkstone on the table, then directly stretched out his hand and pulled it aside, instead he picked up a piece of ink that had already been used, and introduced the origin of this ink in detail.

"Ah? Is this ink so old? I usually just use it to practice calligraphy. It's a pity... and the inkstone, I spent more than 500, it turned out to be a fake..."

Mr. Wang slapped his thigh and said.

"It's a pity that it's not only used to practice calligraphy, this piece of ink, if you grind it with your imitation inkstone, it's a waste of things! No matter how well the characters are written, things written with this piece of ink alone can be sold for hundreds of dollars. It can range from thousands to thousands."

Ling Yan gave Mr. Wang a blank look, and said angrily.

"Your pen is not bad either, a white jade poetry pen from the mid-Qing Dynasty! The value of this thing should not be underestimated."

Ling Yan looked at a pure white fine-tip brush on the pen stand, and said with a smile.

"I paid a lot of money for this pen at the time. I bought it for 15 yuan 300 years ago. If the price at that time was changed to the current price, it should be [-] to [-] yuan."

"The barrel of a white jade pen is transparent and warm. The edge of the mouth is decorated with cloud and thunder patterns, and the body of the pen is engraved with verses, "The sound of pine and bamboo rhyme is clear on the piano bed, and the cloud and morning light moisten the pen bed." 'Poetry on Hetian White Jade Ink Bed' is a couplet inscribed by Emperor Kangxi on his residence in Suzhou. Its style of calligraphy is from the Pavilion Pavilion, and Ou Di Zhao Mian should be specially made for himself by a great writer with great literary talent."

When Mr. Wang mentioned this pen, he suddenly became energetic again. He has a special liking for this pen. He loves writing and has extremely strict requirements for pens, so this pen is his lifeblood.

"For countries that use Chinese characters, the brush is a great invention! According to legend, the brush was invented by General Meng Tian of the Great Qin Dynasty. Once the brush was invented, it quickly became popular and became a writing tool for countries that use Chinese characters."

Ling Yan continued to explain the origin of the brush from the side!As a talented graduate of the Chinese Department of a well-known university, Yang Li also has a certain understanding of brushes, so she nodded slightly to Ling Yan's explanation, completely agreeing with Ling Yan's statement.

Xu Chuchu stared at a pair of big watery eyes, listening to what she didn't understand at all, and she wasn't interested.

The big head is even more ignorant, he has no interest in these things at all, leaning against the door frame, almost falling asleep, Ling Yan pays attention to these things, it is not as attractive as his magic performance.

"Okay, old man, I'll use your priceless ink to grind ink in my precious inkstone, and then use your priceless pen to give you a few words."

(End of this chapter)